Zhao Qingyou had already walked to the center of the bonfire ring, and the jumping flames illuminated the outline of his face even deeper. The words of his invitation to battle www.biquge.info had fallen, and he only heard a low muttering voice, and he didn't see anyone coming down to challenge. There was always a proud smile on the corner of Zhao Qingyou's mouth, and it wasn't until he saw the two people guessing that the smile dissipated.

The two people who guessed boxing were Wu Tiansheng and Sikong Guanshan. They're using guessing to decide who's going to fight in the ring.

Zhao Qingyou's eyes kept staring at Wu Tiansheng and them, and he was a little impatient. "Haven't you decided who will end up yet? ”

When Sikong Guanshan heard this, he jumped like thunder, and when he was on tiptoe, he was about to jump up, but he was held down by Wu Tiansheng. Wu Tiansheng grabbed him and shook his head. "Suddenly I remembered, aren't you going to be a night wanderer? You're not making such a big fuss, aren't you?"

Sikong Guanshan suddenly sighed like a frosted eggplant, he must lose something, he naturally understood that he couldn't show his head along the way, and his uncle Sikong Xingxing had repeatedly reminded him of this.

"Hit him hard and kick him hard in the ass for me. ”

Wu Tiansheng nodded and was about to leave the field.

Sikong Guanshan looked at the wooden stick in Wu Tiansheng's hand, frowned and asked, "Why don't you use the cloud pattern stick?" The other party is not a wooden sword. ”

Wu Tiansheng said with a smile: "Using a moire stick is a bit restrictive, and I don't dare to use force, for fear of crippling people." ”

Zhao Qingyou's face sank, the iron sword in his hand jumped out, and he decided to teach this person who didn't know the height of the sky a hard lesson.

Wu Tiansheng walked to the center of the venue and stood face to face with Zhao Qingyou. The corners of Zhao Qingyou's mouth curled, and he said, "Come on." ”

Wu Tiansheng hugged his fist, and the stick tapped the ground, as if it was connected to electricity, it suddenly bounced, and he took two steps in a row, step by step like a galloping horse, a stick like a gun, and a stick stabbed at Zhao Qingyou. The gun just has one more gun head than the stick, and the gun stick method has something in common. At this time, Wu Tiansheng used a wooden stick, and he had to avoid being cut off by Zhao Qingyou's Qingcheng Sword as soon as he made a move. So his first move was a flat spear stab.

Zhao Qingyou was a little surprised, but more of a shameful smile. A wooden stick, I want to be a gunman.

This is the main method of fighting with a spear when fighting immediately, charging with a horse and stabbing with a gun. The simplest, the most effective. When there is speed, there is no need for fancy anymore. Wu Tiansheng's spear, on the flat ground, fought on foot, and actually used the momentum of riding a horse to sprint. This was learned by Gao Li from Li Xiangxi, the general of Zhennan, and later taught to Wu Tiansheng.

Zhao Qingyou's pupils shrank, and he raised his sword in a square, but he barely changed the power and direction of this thorn. The stick stabbed him in the shoulder, but fortunately the stick was a stick after all, and there was no spear head. Zhao Qing snorted sullenly, and found that his left shoulder could no longer be raised, and it was sore and painful. As soon as he saw him, Zhao Qingyou was shocked to find that he had suffered a big loss.

Zhao Qingyou was shocked, knowing that he had underestimated the enemy, but fortunately, the right hand holding the sword was fine, and he didn't dare to ignore it anymore, and endured the soreness in his left shoulder, the Qingcheng sword swung out, and the sword light was bent and unpredictable, stabbing at Wu Tiansheng.

As soon as Wu Tiansheng's Tianji stick method moved, the secluded "winding path" was like a big tree falling on the path, and there were mountains and rocks blocking it, and it suddenly suffocated, and Zhao Qingyou felt like a fish in his throat.

"Heavy mountains fall!" Zhao Qingyou's sword was raised, and the heavy sword shadows were like mountains, towering majestically, as if heavy mountains were falling from the sky, and the momentum was compelling. This is the essence of Qingcheng's swordsmanship, and there are very few disciples who can be taught. And Zhao Qingyou is definitely one of the people who use this trick best.

Wu Tiansheng didn't have time to admire the extraordinary momentum of this move, turned around and wiped the soles of his feet, flashed and flashed, and took a few shocking steps in a row. Sikong Guanshan let out a cry of surprise, and he saw that Wu Tiansheng was actually using his own fighting method. The premise of this style of play is to be good at light work. And Wu Tiansheng's light skills are really not bad.

I saw that the clothes were hunting, echoing the blazing bonfire, and the figure flickered in the flames of the jumping bonfire, constantly swimming around Zhao Qingyou.

Heavy mountains fall, the victory is in the sword momentum, such as the mountain is heavy, but it is also weakened by the change of the situation. Zhao Qingyou snorted, and then changed his move, and the shot was a trick, "Flying Springs in the Hidden Valley!", the sword light splashed towards Wu Tiansheng's face like a flying spring, and his face was cold. The target of this move is very vicious.

Wu Tiansheng flickered with a wrong step, the wooden stick shook, and the shadow of the stick was heavy, heavy as a mountain.

Zhao Qingyou was taken aback, "Is this a heavy mountain?"

Immediately, he found out that Wu Tiansheng's move and his heavy mountain fall can only be said to be "plausible". But it didn't matter, he also found that "heavy mountain falling" may really be more suitable for the stick method. The mountain-like shadow of the sticks and sticks clinked and collided with his sword.

Wu Tiansheng saw that the trick of "Heavy Mountain Falling" seemed to be more suitable for the stick method, so he simulated this move with the Tianji stick method. At this time, the effect is not only similar, but also godlike. It's even better than blue. If the two of them use the "Heavy Mountain Fall" at the same time, relying on the length of the weapon, Wu Tiansheng's "Heavy Mountain Fall" will crush Zhao Qingyou.

Although the sword was as sharp as clay, at this time, it could only leave countless sword marks on the stick, but it could never cut the stick. Because at this time, it is the wooden stick that is actively attacking, and the party that actively attacks can choose the angle of attack.

Zhao Qingyou's Qingcheng sword gradually became more and more unable to hold, and the tiger's mouth was painful, and it must have been bleeding from the crack.

The shadow of the stick suddenly fell, Zhao Qingyou was shocked, he knew that Wu Tiansheng only needed to hit with all his strength, and his sword was about to be taken off.

But Wu Tiansheng just slammed the wooden stick to the ground, and the whole person took advantage of the momentum to fly up and flew behind Zhao Qingyou. flew up and kicked Zhao Qingyou's ass hard.

Zhao Qingyou was attacked on the buttocks, but he was just taken aback, and it was no big deal. But his whole face was as red as a monkey's ass on Qingcheng Mountain. He slashed at the bonfire in front of him with a sword that was obstructive to the eyes and the way, and the big bonfire was scattered and splashed by his sword. The onlookers didn't have time to react, and many of them burned through their clothes with red charcoal, and they scolded Zhao Qingyou one after another.

But Zhao Qingyou had already left the scene in a hurry after glaring at Wu Tiansheng viciously. If he does not leave, I am afraid that many people will not dare to curse him, because some of them are defeated by his men, and many others must be afraid of his sword.

However, after this alternative fight, when Zhao Qingyou's sword was revealed again, there was something more in the eyes of others, which was banter.

That ass kick wasn't for nothing.

Sikong Guanshan's eyes widened. "Why did you really kick him in the ass?!"

"Didn't you ask me to kick it?" Wu Tiansheng also glared back with wide eyes.

"Your ass, for Zhao Qingyou, is more sad than stabbing him. Sikong Guanshan was almost speechless. "You were born to do things with three leeway, and today is this?"

Wu Tiansheng smiled. "Of course I know it's a great humiliation. ”

Sikong Guanshan understood, Wu Tiansheng did this, of course, for a reason, not just to vent his anger.

So, what's the real reason? )